Submissions by olliec (Oliver Cocks)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Pyre of Longing
Gobbling blaze
seethes and blackens,
and you think only of…
Who?
Who can be your heart’s home?
Time to bide this hour’s flames,
until you think of someone.
Someone to share
life’s fires with.
Until then, you’ll
just need to roast.
Roast in this fire,
that rages within.
But soon, soon, soon,
you will find that one,
that can quench all fires.
seethes and blackens,
and you think only of…
Who?
Who can be your heart’s home?
Time to bide this hour’s flames,
until you think of someone.
Someone to share
life’s fires with.
Until then, you’ll
just need to roast.
Roast in this fire,
that rages within.
But soon, soon, soon,
you will find that one,
that can quench all fires.
#sadness
#love
#depression #dark
#depression #dark
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Love at a Banquet
#sadness
#love
#depression
#dark
#LifeStruggles
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Desert Broom
I am nothing
and everything
is against me
yet here I am
I am a desert broom
brittle wilted
yet still here,
growing beneath a
volcano’s shadow
amid ash and rock
a surly survivor
Empires and houses
rise and crumble
around me, but
here I am, still
I dream of roses,
but know only thorns
I dream of the sky,
but know only storm
I dream of ending,
but am only forever
I am- I am…
and everything
is against me
yet here I am
I am a desert broom
brittle wilted
yet still here,
growing beneath a
volcano’s shadow
amid ash and rock
a surly survivor
Empires and houses
rise and crumble
around me, but
here I am, still
I dream of roses,
but know only thorns
I dream of the sky,
but know only storm
I dream of ending,
but am only forever
I am- I am…
#sadness
#depression
#dark
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Who You Are
You are a finch upon a bough,
endowed with treacle-sounding song.
You are an ant upon a leaf,
humbly bearing your bounteous loot.
You are frog in a dank pond,
ready to transmogrify.
You are all these and more,
none of these and less,
nothing, everything,
everyone, no-one.
That’s who you are.
You are you,
nothing breathes beyond.
endowed with treacle-sounding song.
You are an ant upon a leaf,
humbly bearing your bounteous loot.
You are frog in a dank pond,
ready to transmogrify.
You are all these and more,
none of these and less,
nothing, everything,
everyone, no-one.
That’s who you are.
You are you,
nothing breathes beyond.
#love
#hope
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Job Daze
It’s not the work
to make ends
meet that makes
you a Poet.
It’s what you make
that doesn’t pay,
never will,
probably won’t
even be read much.
Yet pennies must be made,
and making them
is a museless panegyric
to necessity.
Just as buying time for
rhyme and rhythm
is a consonant
clinking of coins.
to make ends
meet that makes
you a Poet.
It’s what you make
that doesn’t pay,
never will,
probably won’t
even be read much.
Yet pennies must be made,
and making them
is a museless panegyric
to necessity.
Just as buying time for
rhyme and rhythm
is a consonant
clinking of coins.
#LifeCycle
#job
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Here You Are
A poem of fire and diamond
Just perfect for your
gold-gemmed brown eyes
Take it
Hold it
Let it sing, and singe
Just perfect for your
gold-gemmed brown eyes
Take it
Hold it
Let it sing, and singe
#love
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Jaime's Ballad
Jaime slammed on pop
Time to douse his ears
Together, together…. Together
They had been together
But over their beach holiday
just last week, they’d scrabbled
over who’d do the dishes,
pay for meals, walk the pooch
Two years, they’d been together
Most of all, they split
over Jaime’s aims to be a star
The star
The greatest voice of the zeitgeist
Jaime was mostly certain
that was what “zeitgeist” meant
They sliced in two over whether
Jaime should focus on work instead ...
Time to douse his ears
Together, together…. Together
They had been together
But over their beach holiday
just last week, they’d scrabbled
over who’d do the dishes,
pay for meals, walk the pooch
Two years, they’d been together
Most of all, they split
over Jaime’s aims to be a star
The star
The greatest voice of the zeitgeist
Jaime was mostly certain
that was what “zeitgeist” meant
They sliced in two over whether
Jaime should focus on work instead ...
#love
#politics
#LifeGoals
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Wait and Fight
Cheugy tyrants rule the world,
seeking friends in po-mo dictatorship.
It’s hip, now, to kill and lie,
and brag about how you just
killed and lied, to deny that
the sun is the sun, claim that
the gun fired itself.
But the true street sense
is for a fight of a nobler kind.
We'll see what revolutionises.
seeking friends in po-mo dictatorship.
It’s hip, now, to kill and lie,
and brag about how you just
killed and lied, to deny that
the sun is the sun, claim that
the gun fired itself.
But the true street sense
is for a fight of a nobler kind.
We'll see what revolutionises.
#politics
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Ravening Heart
You beat so fast,
so harsh, so dark.
I will settle in
fortresses of sleek glass,
just to escape
your raving beats.
so harsh, so dark.
I will settle in
fortresses of sleek glass,
just to escape
your raving beats.
#sadness
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You and Your Pooch
A dog
A park
Much foliage
You pitch the ball
She zips after it
Skips back
to slobber and tail-wag
Many years since
the days
The days when
it seemed like
you couldn’t be
The days when
you pondered an end
each nanosecond
Now, you have
your pooch
Now, to find
the pooch’s
perfect partner guardian
A park
Much foliage
You pitch the ball
She zips after it
Skips back
to slobber and tail-wag
Many years since
the days
The days when
it seemed like
you couldn’t be
The days when
you pondered an end
each nanosecond
Now, you have
your pooch
Now, to find
the pooch’s
perfect partner guardian
#nature
#MentalHealth
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On the Bus
The bus wobbles
winding down streets.
You scroll your phone,
trying not to think
Glancing at the sinking sun
home soon
To prepare for the next day
of grinding it out.
But you’re ready,
you know you are.
Ready to find
that someone
To share all
life’s rides with,
whatever wobbles
down winding streets.
winding down streets.
You scroll your phone,
trying not to think
Glancing at the sinking sun
home soon
To prepare for the next day
of grinding it out.
But you’re ready,
you know you are.
Ready to find
that someone
To share all
life’s rides with,
whatever wobbles
down winding streets.
#love
#MentalHealth
#healing
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After
blizzards,
building, and cyclones,
and building
After
flame-reaved earth,
seas of seeds
After
the trees surge,
what still teems?
building, and cyclones,
and building
After
flame-reaved earth,
seas of seeds
After
the trees surge,
what still teems?
#sadness
#dark
#MentalHealth
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